With each passing year, the leaves are turning color later in the season.
Or maybe it’s just my imagination, or memories of when I used to live in upstate New York, when mid-October was really the height of leaf color.
Whatever the timing, it didn’t stop me from enjoying the perfect russet tones of the oak leaves on a tree at the corner of Amsterdam Avenue and 162nd Street.
Farther up the block, next to the community garden, I met someone else who was less enamored of the leaves, but who didn’t seem to mind the warm weather
